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Jay leads Eric outside into the dark of the garden. He still smells of clean sweat and healthy human male. He shreds his jacket and nods towards a bench. "From the wrist okay with you? I know you prefer the throat but I can understand if that's too intimate for you."

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Jay holds him, just stroking Eric's back as he feeds. The blood means he can let Eric feed longer and deeper. He's definitely hard but he's not going to make any kind of move unless Eric shows he want to.

Eric is making small, eager noises, as he drinks, tightening his own hold on Jay, as he slides a hand into his hair.

Jay moans warmly, senses heightened and humming. He tries very hard not to rub against Eric and mostly successes.

Eric doesn't seem to notice. Not at first at least.

He is far too focused on the hot blood in his mouth.

Jay does his best to control his reaction. After all, his lust is his own problem, not Eric's. Not this Eric's anyway.

But the blood loss is starting to become an issue. "Eric, I'm going to need some more. Or we're going to have to stop soon."

Eric makes a small, disappointed sound.
He doesn't want to stop.

"I know. It's never enough." Jay soothes, stroking Eric's hair. "But I need you to stop now."

He doesn't want to stop.

But he does, or at least he stops actively suckling at the wounds. His lips stay close to Jay's skin.

"Can you close the wound please?" Jay ask softly, aware of the slowly oozing blood.

Eric hesitates.
And then he bites down on his own hand again and smears the bite wounds with blood.

The wound closes and Jay sighs. He takes Eric's hand and licks a smear of leftover blood off. It's not much but it will get him back into the bar. He might have cut that a little finer than he should have.

Eric looks at him - and then he pushes his own index finger into the rapidly closing wound on his hand, reopening it.

He offers his hand to Jay.
"Here".

"Thank you." He licks the blood off, curling his tongue momentarily around Eric's finger before letting go. Okay, so he can't help but teasing just a little.

Eric doesn't seem to pick up on the teasing.
But his eyes drift shut anyway, as soon as Jay licks blood off his skin.

Jay lets the blood warm and replenish him. He sighs and leans back, one hand still stroking Eric's hair.

It's nice.

Eric rests his forehead against Jay's shoulder.

The big lion likes being patted. And Jay's happy to provide that. He stokes Eric's hair, his cheek, his shoulder, scratching warmly.

Eric relaxes against him, his body going as soft and pliant as it can.

"How do you feel?" Jay asks softly, still stroking Eric, half expecting him to purr.

"Better," Eric whispers, turning his face towards Jay's neck.
His breath is cool.

"Thank you."

"What are friends for." Jay smiles and kisses Eric's hair. "We should get in soon. I don't know how close to dawn we are."

That provokes a yawn, complete with outstretched arms and closed eyes.

"Alright, you big lion." Jay laughs, ruffling Eric's hair. "Inside and sleep, you."

Eric smiles. And then he hesitates.
"Can I sleep in your room?"

He doesn't like sleeping alone.

"Sure. But I can't sleep with you all day. But if you don't mind me work quietly while you rest, we can do that." He brushes back Eric's hair. "Don't like being alone?"